Doggy!

I. Want. A. Dog.  NOW.  In the past year I have been suddenly overcome by a visceral need to parent a dog.  I fantasize about big sad eyes and belly rubs and kisses and spooning....with a dog.  I go to the Noe Valley farmer's market on Saturdays just to pet the multitude of yuppie-owned dogs tied up outside. Sometimes it's all I can do not to steal one.

Children I can pass on the street with barely a glance.  But a dog?  No, even the gnarliest and most unfortunate looking of mutts melts my heart like butter on a porn star. In my experience, there is no love so unconditional as that of a dog.

This obsession is a problem for several reasons:
1. I live with my partner in an apartment that is somewhere between a studio and a 1 bedroom.
2. My partner outright refuses to live with any dog under 20 lbs.
3. Unexpected big expenses are a very common when you own a dog.
4. There isn't what you'd call a "yard" situation.
5. I'm afraid of becoming resentful of anyone who requires me to come home everyday right after work.

Sigh...I suppose this is why people have children.  They are so overwhelmed by this physical and emotional yen, that practicality sometimes goes by the wayside.  I must remember that we humans adapt to new situations, if begrudgingly, and the unknown becomes known.  For now, I will continue to fantasize, though.  Hopefully I will be able to hold out until my living/financial situation is better suited to having a pooch.  Or, until thoughts of new puppy breath get the best of me...